Thus says the Lord: Cursed
are those who trust in mere mortals and make mere flesh
their strength, whose hearts turn away from the Lord. They
shall be like a shrub in the desert, and shall not see
when relief comes. They shall live in the parched
places of the wilderness, in an uninhabited salt land.
Blessed are those who trust in the Lord, whose
trust is the Lord.
They shall be like a tree planted by water, sending out its roots by the stream. It
shall not fear when heat comes, and its leaves shall
stay green; in the year of drought it is not anxious,
and it does not cease to bear fruit.
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Jeremiah 17:5-8
When
I finally got serious about running a few years ago, it only took me a few
weeks to figure out what routine worked best for me. I’d wake up, give myself
an hour to drink a few glasses of water and a cup of coffee, and then start
running just as the sun was coming up. This procedure ensured that I started
every run hydrated, caffeinated, that I wasn’t running on a full stomach, and that
I was running before it got too hot. Once my body, which was still figuring out
what this whole ‘exercise’ thing was, got used to the routine, it became a
great way to start the day.
But
then a few months into my training program, I woke up one day with so much to
do that I decided to postpone my run until the afternoon. No big deal, right?
After all, I’d been running regularly for a while by that point; what
difference was a few hours going to make?
So
I worked through the morning, ate a light lunch, and then around 2:00 got my
usual urge for a snack. Fitting the stereotype of the fresh-out-of-college male
to a T, I reached for the Cheez-Itz in the pantry and ate straight out of the
box for about 20 minutes while I worked on the computer, washing it all down
with a Dr Pepper. An hour later, I looked at the clock and realized I was
running out of time to get my run in, so I took a deep breath and headed out
the door with a belly full of junk food, having not drunk any water since
breakfast, into the 90 degree afternoon, thinking I would run 3 miles.
I
won’t get into the messy details, but let’s just say the story ends exactly the way you think it does—all
because I didn’t give myself what I needed to flourish.
In
the Book of Jeremiah, God’s children are told exactly what they need to
spiritually flourish. Some people, God says, place their trust in the strength
and wisdom of flawed, fallible human beings, trusting them above all others.
They are like shrubs in a desert, He says, withering away without access to
what they need most. But the faithful ones, those who trust God first and
foremost, are like trees planted by a stream, drawing richly from the water and
producing abundantly as a result.
These
two contrasting examples make clear that for us to flourish spiritually, we
need to give ourselves what we need, namely faith in God. Trusting God above
all others is easier said than done—it’s a lot simpler and more immediately
gratifying to indulge in the “junk food wisdom” of other people, those who indulge
your worst instincts instead of pointing you to Christ. But when you do so,
more often than not you aren’t rewarded with success, just a mess.
In
our age of instantaneous communication and social media, you are constantly
bombarded with opinions, advice, and hot takes about what you should think,
feel, and believe. Faced with this cacophony of voices, you can listen to the
shouts of the crowd or to the Word of life. You know which one you require to
flourish—the only question is whether or not you will give yourself what you
need.
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